I'm a forty five year old married woman. Not a beauty by most accounts, but not unattractive. I have put on a few pounds, and I don't always keep my hair colored. My breasts have a bit of sagginess to them from a round of nursing and my tummy roll covers my c-section scar. Still, I'm tall and curvaceous, so I can get away with some excess. I believe in keepi...
My younger sister and her college friends planned to spend their last Spring Break sailing in the Virgins. Jobs and grad schools were resolved, so final exams held no threat. This was to be the big party before things got real. They had booked a bareboat charter - a sailboat hired with no professional captain or crew. My sister was the lynchpin of this proj...
Dawn linger through the heavy curtains, shining lightly on Monica face, slowly Monica awaken, looking out threw the window, thinking, this is a nice day to enjoy with Celeste. I can see she is still asleep, and do not want wake Celeste up. I am wondering; when Celeste wakes up, if she still in any pain from last night. I know I enjoyed spanking her. When bot...
The warning about the 'kitchen sink' at the beginning of the last chapter still stands. ** I am just a worthless liar. I am just an imbecile. I will only complicate you. Trust in me and fall as well. I will find a center in you. I will chew it up and leave. I will work to elevate you just enough to bring you down —Sober by Tool, Undertow ******** Jackie...
Disclaimer: There are lots of snake-women. Read at your own peril. This was a real first for me. Many thanks go to BreakawayRepublic from Touch Fluffy Tails, a long standing friend and colleague. After The CERN Event called "The Crossing", 2042 A.D Somewhere south of Luxor, Egypt. *-*-*-* Lamia: Monster girls have the upper torso of a human woman and...
Many thanks to Dawnj for editing and general advice. Any mistakes are mine. ***** December 24. As usual, the firm was about to close for the festive season. The presses would be stopped for the time being and even the proofreaders went home without a text and a deadline. The entire staff had gathered in the canteen, and Mr March, the big boss himself, ha...
Chapter 3: The Plot Thickens Erika Johansson smiled at her reflection in the bedroom mirror. Had Alistair not already left for his early morning meeting with Thomas and Sally, he would undoubtedly have approved. She held the compact mobile phone away for a moment, and shook out the silken locks she'd styled into golden waves. They bounced on her shoulders...
Life sometimes has a way of overwhelming, doesn't it? Thank you to those of you who have been concerned about me, and apologies to everyone who's been waiting for the next chapter. When I sat down to write this thing I swore to myself I wouldn't be one of those Literotica authors who left their story half-finished but with health problems and several major c...
__________ 17 __________ "How far is it from the hi-way?" Andrea now asked as we passed another shack. "He told me over the phone that it was eight miles." I replied. It was quite obvious that we had left suburban America behind us more than twenty five miles ago. The lavish farmland that we had seen an hour ago had now turned into clapboard squatter's s...
All characters are over the age of 18 and this is a work of complete fiction, I do not endorse this kind of thing in real life. ***** Kiara groaned as she watched the seconds tick by towards freedom, she couldn't wait for class to be over to allow her to go see her boyfriend. Why didn't I just skip this class? Mr Richards is oh so boring, Kiara thought to...